Pimping Out The Cyber Guy (?)December 15, 2008
There’s been mentions, there’s been hints, and there’s even been a confession: I like a “cyber guy”!
Through it all I’ve kept the details scarce…which brings me to some reader questions:
-Who is this guy? Where’s he from? What does he look like?
With all the identity fraud that floats around in cyberspace, it seems like the time to prove that he’s an actual guy (especially since I’ve been known to exaggerate (i.e replacing human encounters with trolls…but no, that was really a troll)).
Okay then; cue his picture, name, and country of residence:
…oh wait, I’m not going to do that.
I mean yes it was me who started this blog, pouring out the details of a desperate man-hunt (in that “too much information” kind of way). But the “cyber guy”? He didn’t sign up for any of this; he didn’t sign up to have his face all over the Internet.
And that’s why I’ll keep his identity safe (unless he decides to emerge on his own). Whether or not that makes me a fraud, I will leave the decision to you.
Before I “wet blanket’ this post any more, there is a little something I can tell you. It’s the “special ingredient” in the KFC…it’s the “X-factor” in American Idol…it’s the “magic” in the bra that turns my “mini boobs” into juicy ones.
It’s all the stuff that’s amazing.
So here you are, here is the “cyber guy”…
…He’s working on a really cool dream (even though he’s working 9-5 for a very demanding company). Sometimes he’ll spend an entire weekend working on his dream. Sometimes he’ll even skip a shower just to get things done (in the “no shower” times, I am glad that he’s a few thousand miles away (is that bitchy?)).
He’s a super-fantastic runner. He can marathon it up like nobody’s business. It has something to do with a slow heart-beat and a giant heart (and no he’s not making it up!)….It’s funny how it works, since I have the heart of an overweight grandpa monkey. When I run for longer than five or six minutes, I am likely to puke on the side of the road. So fine, maybe we won’t ever run together (or maybe we will so he can point and laugh).
He is so funny, that he can fire off jokes with the velocity of Superman on “super crack”. I always need my A-game with him…and I like that. He also endorses my weirdo-humour, like the kind where I make fun of random things and random people. He’s actually pretty good at “random” too, so much so that I strongly believe we could sit on a bench and ridicule folks for hours (ahh…one of my favourite things).
He is so serious, that when the world goes wrong, he is always there to ask how it could be improved (and he is very good at living the answers). It’s the sort of thing that helps me see the world from a wider view, and that’s how people change for the better. His values are so strong, that he will never back down for the hollow excuse of avoiding confrontation. I respect that.
He is so cute, that he says we’ll build a fort in front of the TV, so we can watch DVD’s all day…we already have a movie list (I made him put “Bridget Jones’s Diary” on that list…he was none too thrilled).
Oh, and here’s the bonus round:
-He is so…freakin’…hot